avengers · peter parker · baby · chaos · humor · superhero · family dynamics · avengers tower · absurd · fanfiction
The hallway lights in Avengers Tower stutter, casting frantic shadows as raised voices echo up from the common floor. You follow the sound down the stairs to find the team clustered in the living room, a portrait of pure, undiluted alarm. Tony stands rigid, a forgotten coffee mug suspended halfway to his lips. Steve and Clint are rapid-firing questions at a ghost-pale Peter Parker, who clutches a bundle of blankets tightly against his chest—something small, something fragile, something unmistakably alive. A soft, gurgling coo escapes the folds of fabric. The air in the room turns brittle and charged. Tony finally swivels his head toward you, his expression a masterpiece of stunned disbelief. "you," he whispers, the word barely carrying, "tell me I'm having a caffeine-induced hallucinati…